Yo Yo Yo I'm bout to tell you about the time

I ran into Billie Jean

Shorty that Michael Jackson sung about on his joint

Yo she was a crazy freak

She use to be buggin out and all that yaknamean

I'm about to drop it on you

And this story is a hundred percent true

Word to Bill Clinton's

Mother



(Verse 1)

Sexy and brown

I met her downtown

I said hey baby

Your workin body drives the average nigga crazy

I'm Jeru love she said her name was Billie

I continued your minds intact girl you could have my baby

She could've played me

But smiled and replied behave g

I like your style not so maybe you can get to know me

And this not mac son its psyical attraction

I know you have a woman

My mans Michael Jackson

I think she's gassin she can tell by my reaction

A few seconds passed we both bust out laughin

Not sayin I'm all of that or a p-i-m-p

Still spit that magnetic beat and had her clingin to me

Regularly I won't speak on what this dip would do

But when I said she was my freak for about a week or two

And if I tell you the rest you won't believe it

It involves Michael Jackson

Babies and shit

But first



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Billie Jean you was my part time lover

I used a rubber

So blame it on some other muthafucka

Unlike Mike I'll admit I mashed it for fun

But shorty ain't my son and I ain't the one

Straight up Billie Jean you was my part time lover

I use to rub her

So blame it on some other muthafucka

Unlike Mike I'll admit I mashed her for fun

But shorty ain't my son and I ain't the one





(Verse 2)

This honey was freaky

I did sexual favors for her

Bent willie in her girlfriends Mona Lisa, Roxanne, and Latoya

Straight like that but probably not in that order

On planes, trains, and automobiles and even underwater

On a mission in any position that you ever thought of

And you think I'm bullshittin I got it all on camcorder

One time handled mine worked the spines of them dimes

They like all passed out so its time to recline ya know

Go in my jeans and grab the dark cocoa old school style

Split the El producto

Hearin noises in the back by the kitchen so

I creep and investigate like 5-0

You couldn't fathom what happened next yo

Michael Jackson comes crashin through the window

Rantin and ravin like you dirty so and so

I'm like Mike thas a hoe baby you know how that go

I spoke mad clear but he wasn't hearin me though

He started kickin and punchin like he knew taekwan do

He threw a blow so I got real low

I got my draws and my socks and headed for the front do

Stepped outside stopped short oh no

Went back and dropped the El producto

Put fire to it and continued to flow

And I ain't seen Billie after that no more

Hey yo



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(Verse 3)

Like I said after that I ain't see her no more

10 months down the line I bump into her on tour

She said the hat must of snapped when you got my draws

Cause I got a little son and guess what duke he's your

I pausedand I said aight let me see him

Shorty had one white glove talkin bout heeeheeeheee

You ain't call me through the whole pregnancy

We need a DNA test to determine paternity

Billie started flippin talkin bout you ain't gonna marry me

I said who's not the one that gets burnt that easy baby baby



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So bounce baby

Straight up

It's not me

I'm not the one

Go get somebody else

You know what I mean

It's just not happenin

I'm bouncin peace

It was fun while it lasted

Aight tell your girlfriends I said wassup

(Blows a kiss) I'm out